I dreamed that my husband, Mike, was unconscious and in bed in our home. He was in the throws of death.
My daughters and I had planned a party for Mike. Even though he was dying, we thought he might be aware, and being the very social guy he was, we knew he would love it. It would be our attempt to give him some love on his way out. We invited all his friends and loved ones.
For some reason, I had to walk down back (about a quarter of a mile away) and meet with some people in the field. While I was there, I suddenly became aware that something was going on with my husband. Leaving the gathered people, I ran back up through the field and gardens. I didn’t know what was going on with him but I worried that he might be actively dying. I was desperate to be with him.
Once back to the house, I ran to his bed. He wasn’t there. Hunting through the house, I found him in the bathroom, freshening-up. I ran to him and we embraced exuberantly. Then I wet and soaped a washcloth and began lathering his upper torso.
In the next scene, I entered a large room where he sat wearing the red sweater he actually wore in his casket for visiting hours. He sat in a big circle on the floor. There his loved ones were all gathered in this circle. There was more happiness in that circle than one can imagine. All attention was on him. Love radiated from him to them and from them to him.
Upon awakening, I realized my precious husband had once again shown me proof of his life on the other side. Yes, he’s in another dimension and very happy there. Yet he still comes to me and reassures me. Not only does he live, but our love lives!